I'M a Pessimist

I’m a Pessimist We will cry even more The misery will increase The suffering won’t stop We won’t get away from life with ease We are the gloomy creatures We are sentenced to grief What life but a nice covered book We read, but nothing firmed in mind The kitsch dominate the art Wars run the world And hate heads the chart Love will diminish We are heading to perdition with a leash Made with solid gold and vile wish Can we flee this darkness? Can’t we just life break and build an utopia I’m sick of sharing the oxygen With wolverine people, bloody monsters And haters whom pop up with no reason The elements of life are five Hypocrisy, hate, blood, lies and some love We are brain-cuffed with something with something the call school Pressed with something they call traditions Free yourself with something they call art And the pressure will finally lessen But sometimes I think quieting life Because them crazy bald heads as Bob Marley said Will eat up you corn and ask for more bread Because money is time and time is money They kill more children, chewing their gummy Simply because we are human-beings We will kill each other and branch to several teams Maybe you’ll say I’m a pessimist, in life I can’t pass And if you ask: ‘’ how can you describe the glass is it half empty or half full?’’ I’ll say… it’s a foggy glass